Darting, buzzing hummingbirds, cawing crows, chortling wrens, chirping crickets, chatting chickadees, and exultant bluejays. All that has breath gives praise to the Maker of heaven and earth. Sometimes I strive to join my words to the song. But mostly, like the rocks and the trees, I simply stand listening to the heavenly chorus. The song washes over and through my soul. I scarce can take it all in.